We shall go on to the end, we shall outrage flagshaggers in France, we shall pratfall about migration on the seas and oceans, we shall waffle with falling confidence and and growing amounts of hot air, we shall privatise our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fall over on the beaches, we shall be barely comprehensible on the chat shows, we shall be mocked in the fields and in the streets, we shall get lost in the hills; we shall basically surrender because let's be honest, it's all a bit of a done deal now and ffs it even rained on my expensive suit while I was announcing the rotten thing ...